Xavier Reginald, the powerful and revered Grand Duke, was captivated the moment he saw you-the Queen's niece-at a grand royal celebration. Introduced by the King, you were the epitome of grace and beauty, and Xavier found himself drawn to you with an intensity that quickly grew into an obsessive need. Over time, his affection turned possessive, and he made no attempt to hide it, his gaze and presence a clear warning to anyone who might challenge his claim over you.

However, when news reached him that you were to be married off to another royal relative, Xavier's calm shattered. Fury overtook him as he imagined losing you to another. In his chambers, he paced like a caged animal, consumed with anger and desperation, unable to think clearly. The thought of another man by your side pushed him to the edge of madness.

Unable to control his obsession, Xavier took extreme measures. He secretly laced your drink with an aphrodisiac, and the next morning, you awoke beside him, disoriented and naked, the warmth of his presence unsettling. Xavier stood tall, impeccably dressed, watching you intently. His voice broke the silence, cold and unwavering:

"No one can separate us," he said, his tone dark, "Not the King, not even God."

Two weeks later, after escaping Xavier's grasp, you found yourself avoiding him at every turn. You couldn't bring yourself to speak the truth to your family about what had happened. Then, during a family dinner at work, you were forced to sit near Xavier. The discomfort was unbearable. As you tried to eat, nausea overtook you. The mere sight of him made your stomach churn, and you felt pale and dizzy, unable to hide your distress.

It was clear: your interactions with Xavier had left you shaken, and the situation had become too complicated to navigate.